I'll Meet You @ the intersection

There is no reason for it otherwise – except that I like you and I like when you talk to me. So thank you. And enjoy.

Firstborn’s Grad: How Did We Get Here So Soon?

On a night in May, an ordinary night with extraordinary meaning, my oldest son walked across a stage while we all clapped, hard.

Was I right or what? You were there, words on the tip of your tongue, not checked out or bored but crowded around waiting. I could feel you.

I can’t help feeling like some of you have Things to say, but you are not sure you want to say them. Some of you have never commented before.

What can I say?

I accepted a bet from my son, to see which of us was right. He Googled the answer on his phone and then roared his protest.

I think we like our silver, and like coming out about it. Hey, we worked hard for those shining hairs…..

“I am such a smart bird, I am. Not like those birds I live with, the fat ones all feathers and no brains…”

There is a coffee shop that’s calling my name, and an unmarked-grave-yard that gave me the heebie-jeebies.

I found his questions insightful and engaging, which was helpful because I did not get to see them ahead of time.